Ethan Ch Novels & Stories

I was feeling restless and horny, the kind of deep ache that no amount of touching myself seemed to fix lately. I had just poured a glass of wine and settled on the large sectional couch in the living room when the front door suddenly opened. I sat up quickly, surprised. My stepson, Ethan, walked in, dropping his duffel bag in the hallway. He had come home early from college for the weekend, tall and athletic at twenty years old, with short brown hair, broad shoulders, and those piercing green eyes he got from his father. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his toned arms and jeans that hugged his strong thighs.

I tried to think of my text and cringe but Ethan has other plans because he showed me exactly what text he is talking out. Ethan,Kid me, I'd rather dye. I show MrYoung kissing a woman. Do you think he's cheating on me,m? Huh? Wait.Wait. We are already breken up, urghhh. I can't stop cry. My heart hurts so much…..Your best friend, Chloe GReen(chucky, I think I am!)

Ethan stands in front of me with a boyish smile, flashing his perfect white teeth. He is so tall, maybe 6'1 or 6'2. Because I am already 5'9 and he is taller than me. Alex was only 6 feet then. Ethan has a plastic bag hanging from his right hand while he has a notebook under his left arm pit and a blue pen tucked in his plane black shirt's pocket. His pale blue jeans aren't ripped.

“Ethan didn’t just buy the rights. He authorized liquidation of your father’s estate three days after the funeral. He didn’t save you from poverty. He created it so he could be the one to rescue you.” “That son of a bitch,” Kai breathed. The front lounge door swung open. We jumped, nearly tipping the laptop. Ethan stood there, calm, crisp in white. “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, voice a smooth, terrifying purr. “Everything alright with Charleston prep? Anya, you look flushed.” “Just a heated debate about the encore,” I said, shutting the laptop. “Kai thinks he can play Chopin with a wrist that’s still sore. I told him he’s being a prima donna.”

I now realized it was for privacy. As everyone began to settle into their seats, the doors opened and Ethan walked down the aisle in an expensive suit, followed by the beta from his pack. I recognized them as some of the Blue Moon Group businessmen I saw at the gala a week ago. Ethan’s hair was slicked back so that it didn’t cover his face so much. He looked more confident than I had ever seen him. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, he’s a natural leader. A true alpha.

The radio was a low hum of static and a country song about a man losing everything, which felt a little too on the nose for our lives. "You’re thinking too loud again," Ethan said. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles stained with grease from the shift he’d just finished at the marina. At nineteen, Ethan Cole didn't have a billion-dollar empire or a suit tailored in London. He had a jawline that could cut glass, a pair of boots with holes in the soles, and a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only thing on earth that wasn't broken.

had blocked it from behind me. A black cashmere coat, retaining body heat and mixed with the faint scent of tobacco and cold cedar, wrapped tightly around me. "Halen, standing out in this wind... are you trying to test my patience?" A deep, resonant voice sounded above my head, laced with restrained concern. I turned around. Ethan stood behind me like a towering mountain. He possessed deep, chiseled features akin to a Greek sculpture. His height of nearly six-foot-three carried an intense pressure, and his broad shoulders seemed capable of shouldering all the storms in the world.

So pretty much everyone. Since Tony had known him, Ethan had always been very level headed; he was always the mediator of the group and did all he could to calmly avoid conflict. Very wise for his age indeed. Ethan was an average boy born in the same lovely little town of Dresden, Tennessee that Tony was. He had medium brown hair, deep brown eyes, pale skin, and no shortage of freckles. While he wasn't as massive as Ricky, he was easily two inches taller than him. It was unwise for anyone to cross Ethan. It may have been true that he sought peaceful resolutions for any conflict, but if someone who he cared about was picked on or threatened, expect hell, especially if it was Tony. Ricky was b

“Now come to the party, please? Everyone’s waiting for you. I can’t celebrate without you.” Ethan said nothing for a while. His hand was still clenched tightly, the faint sound of broken glass crunching under his shoes as he shifted. Finally, he let out a tired sigh and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Alright,” he said quietly. “I’ll be there.” Chloe smiled triumphantly to herself, her fake tears drying instantly. But behind his calm expression, Ethan’s thoughts were burning. He could play the part for now, pretend for the cameras and the guests—but the anger inside him wasn’t gone.

She said and Ethan smiled. "I follow you on I*******m. You can say I'm stalker though." He chuckled. "I told you I'm a huge fan." Oh my goodness! And I never knew? Oh well, I was probably too occupied with thoughts of Alvin's boss to care about another man. "Wow! I'm honestly flattered by your words." She said sincerely and Ethan smiled. "Uhm, you're the CEO of that famous real estate company, is that right?" "Yeah, TK's Global." Ethan nodded.